Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.